[ Enjolras is pretty sure a word doesn't exist for how he's feeling right now -- but that doesn't stop him from listing off every synonym of happy he's overheard from Prouvaire or Courfeyrac on occasion. Delighted, twitter-patted, contented -- buzzed he would say, not only on a split bottle of wine but on the intoxication Grantaire's mouth always brings, even without the trace reminder of wine he can taste on his tongue.
Sighing as Grantaire's hand moves lower, Enjolras takes a second to swing his leg over his lap and sit on him, deliberately rolling his hips down to greet his hands and hopefully entice them further. With a smile, even despite their kiss ( which he gets right back into after a second ), Enjolras' hands lace in with Grantaire's messy mane, giving short, aborted tugs like he's playing with a toy. Prompting a reaction. ]
claps hands against cheeks
Sighing as Grantaire's hand moves lower, Enjolras takes a second to swing his leg over his lap and sit on him, deliberately rolling his hips down to greet his hands and hopefully entice them further. With a smile, even despite their kiss ( which he gets right back into after a second ), Enjolras' hands lace in with Grantaire's messy mane, giving short, aborted tugs like he's playing with a toy. Prompting a reaction. ]